Germany looked up from the magazine he was reading. Italy was laying on the couch drinking coffee, and watching football (soccer). Germany had the strangest feeling around Italy. The feeling he just wanted to be loved and cuddled by Italy, but denied that fact. Germany had the weirdest feeling that he was, even though he denied it, gay. He loved a man, and that was the soul truth. Italy brought joy and happiness to Germany when he was feeling down and, he also brought comfort to Germany. Germany loved Italy, and so badly wanted to kiss him, but never once did he have the guts to full make-out with Italy. Germany was always jealous when Italy's brother slept with Italy.
Germany closed his eyes and thought quietly to himself. 'I am going to ask Italy to sleep with me for just von night!' He opened his eyes and saw Italy walking to the couch after getting another cup of coffee. Itlay smiled. Germany stood up and walked over to Italy. "Halo... are you busy tonight?" Germany asked straightening up his posture and getting very nervous. "Of course not! Why?" Italy asked with the largest smile on his face. "Vell, I vondered if... I vondered if you vould.... I vondered if you vould like to sleep vith me!" he said blushing. Germany felt he got a lot of his chest. Italy smiled. "Of course!! Then in the morning I can make you pasta!" Germany smiled and sat down next to Italy. "Yes, yes you can." He smiled and patted Italy on the back.
